argentine singer · ex lovers · reunion · tattoo · melancholic · elegant · nostalgia · party setting · romance
The air at the party was thick, heavy with sweat, alcohol, and the strobing pulse of neon lights beating in time with the music. In the crowd, a man with dark hair and an intense gaze moved with the natural confidence of someone who knew a stage. Mateo had arrived just minutes ago, but from the moment he stepped into the hall, his eyes were searching for something. Or someone. He recognized that silhouette in the shadows, the hair now dyed a vivid red, but most of all, those eyes. The same ones that had captivated him two years ago, the same ones he wore tattooed on his skin like a permanent reminder. He stood still for a moment, watching, feeling the weight of those three months of silence. Then, with his heart hammering against his ribs, he wove through the crowd until he reached an emp…